“What if…?” What if indeed! There is no what if and things are as they are and can be no other way.
We were once practicing buki tori and a nobody who presumed himself some sort of budoka came up and made the lofty statement, ” Yes, but if that was a real sword and the swordsman knew how to use it, you could not do that silly aikido technique…”
I don’t know what it was he was seeing in his mind because fortuitously, I’m not the possessor of it. Contest sportists entangled in the idea of collecting trophies will never understand budo. Nor will the miserable cowards who run pseudo dojos so they can use smaller, less experienced people as crash test dummies for abuse.
A soldier does not practice so he can hide in a hall and collect trophies and other baubles. He practices so he can serve to protect the ones he loves, and this often at immense risks and against terrifying odds. Something mushal arts ex-spurts will never understand.
There is nothing whatsoever martial about mushal arts. Get that straight from the get go.
When any protector or servant of humanity dons a uniform he knows clearly that he may not return alive. Whilst many do, some do not. Ever watched the news? Or was it suppressed in your country?
In training, it’s all collusion. In the real thing you fight against the spectre of death. It’s a job. You do it.
In sport it’s kid’s play. I find it offensive that footballers, most who have the brain the size of pea and the mental capacity of a chook are called “heroes” by the media. What? For chasing a dead piece of leather across a paddock for an hour or two, getting overpaid and sexually abusing groupies at parities?
I THOUGHT HEROES SAVED LIVES!
What exactly is it that stick and ball masters and leather ball chasers are saving that is of any real and lasting use to society? The time of the chronically bored and idle? What else? Anything at all?
Gladiators are not heroes and don’t know the meaning of the word. At best they are poor entertainers of sorts who appeal the to the lowest in the lazy of mind and body. At best they would join the military and make themselves useful.
In a dojo, doing sporty stuff, with rules, can sometimes be dangerous, but it serves merely ego in a paradigm of this against that and win and lose and tapped out and all manner of wish wash that does not exist in the field of battle, a place of ongoing strategy that strives to offer no openings.
In the real thing there comes a time when there are no “rules of engagement” and you either live or die. And much of that is chance.
Your skill in practice may, it may just offer fragments of a millisecond, a hair’s breadth, and atom or two which separates the identification of a chance or a potential, which may turn the tide. That’s all.
And that’s why real warriors drill, and always have drilled from the worst-case scenario. Because one day they may find themselves there when there is real intent to harm.
Pre-set conditions do not exist in real violence. You have to try to learn to live with no openings, noticing all openings, and understand that the rules of a dojo whether real and respectful budo, or those sporty pseudo dojos, exist to minimize harm.
On that basis it is all collusion in training and that’s as it should be. And then pray God that you never have to encounter the real thing.
Unlike the real warriors who sign up for it, in order to serve and protect those they love, the values they cherish and the freedoms they often die for, so that fools who are too frightened to meet real and deadly risk in a real and deadly field of battle can hide at home, collect baubles, play dress-ups and make believe they are samurai. Or “heroes” because of some tinsel decoration worth fifty cents.